In the bathroom, the tile grout needed a clean and although she didn’t mention it, the laundry closet door handle was nearly a one screw failure ......maybe I could exercise the remainder of my addictions; close examination of intimate underwear.On that point I knew what I found wouldn’t match my own mom’s. Apart from the deliciously pungent odours on her panty gussets, Molly would have to enlarge her tits to something gigantic like failing hot air balloons. My mom’s hooters were spectacular.. Me To Kab se Tumhe Chod Na chahata tha jab bhi me school me tumahri gand ko matak ta huva dekh ta tha to jee karta tha ki abhi tumhari gand mar du meri jaan.” ” kya chut hai tumhari or kya boobs hai maza aagaya rani tuje chodne mai.”Poonam :- Gand Bhi Marva Lungi Pehle Chod To Sahi. “Ye gand bhi tumhari hai Aur ye chut bhi tumhari hai” Aur Ha Ab Tu Muje Jab Chahe Chod Sakta Hai Mere Raja. Tu Jab Bhi Chodna Chahe Me Ye Chut Leke Aa jaungi Tera Lund Lene Ke Liye” Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaiiiii Chod Jor se. I figured it was one of her little cute cards she'd occasionally leave for me on my pillow and smiled. I walked upstairs and into the hall bathroom and took a leak. Then I walked into our bedroom. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks with shock. It was our new black friend, laying on our king bed totally naked! He was stroking his huge cock, which looked even bigger than it did the other night in the parking lot. "Hey there," he said. I was still stunned but felt my cock twitch in. I had assumed, and kicked myself for doing so, that he was the reason the stereotype of a California pothead existed. Even with the limited vocabulary and odiferous weed he kept offering me, he was a nice guy and before he dropped me off in Santa Barbara, I had disposed of the small tumor in his brain. I felt a bit bad about prejudging him though, and gave him an extra boost downstairs, if you know what I mean.I was a little surprised that I could do that, but I suppose if I can regrow an.